Why do I have to be a slave to excitement?
Why do I have to satiate the constant craving for endorphins?
Why do I have to struggle?

Does reaching goals make me happier?
Does accomplishing tasks make me fuller?
Or am I a slave to my own desires?
Random and hollow, devoid of all meaning?

Life’s countless moments
fill in the space between the goal posts.
If I only could find a way
to be happy
during all of those ‘in-between’ moments.

Then I’d be free.